There’s something about him that’s not as it should be.
At first glance, he seems fine; untameable sticky-out hair, big, pale green eyes that look open and honest.
It’s the smile that doesn’t seem right. Not quite reaching the eyes, it appears as though it were a misplaced sticker over something you were never meant to see. The edges, ominous, protruding from underneath.
The steamed mirror reflects predator; eyes enticing in, smile seductive, poised to strike whenever he chooses.
You sigh. Wipe a lazy palm across the surface before you, and smirk.
You’ve fooled them this long. You will again.